haiku

I think that we need more poetry in our blogs. I just found a haiku that I wrote at some point last year. It goes a little something like this:

oh forty, my love
so golden and refreshing
i must consume thee

I think tonight may be a schlitz nite.

Sesame Street hoodrat child: "Oscar, why are you such a grouch?"
Oscar: "I live in a fucking trashcan bitch"

supa nintendo, sega genesis...

chaz is dead broke, jared loves wilderness
and i gotta say whatsup to my man chris
god damn we have a lot of swiss miss

duders, roll call. when is everyone coming back through these parts? i want to go clamming and have a clam/lobster boil. my aunt and uncle want to have us out to their house on the cape to go clamming and have a clam/lobster boil. you're all invited, just come to providence.

63 and a half represent

Edward Barnstable IV

wow, the main forum.
i'm nervous. will my post be witty enough? should i play it safe and just stick to comments?

I really wish my name was Leroy. yeah...Leroy.
I just moved into my new office. It's got a window. Movin on up. On the wall near my desk, there's a poster of the Pathfinder panorama with "major features" labeled. They named a rock "couch". I wonder how much discussion took place before the final name was decided. What was the competition? futon? square rock? bench? It doesn't even look like a fucking couch. If I could name a rock on Mars, I know exactly what it would be called. Leroy. And nobody would even think about questioning that shit.

motion for admittance

I propose to administrator KOM that Dawn Mcdaniel be granted access to post on the blogspot.

...all the time Tip

oh I'm back, and I read that shit.

i thought this was going to be a challenge
is that all you've got?
dj knockout mouse, let the beat drop

uh-huh, ah, uh-huh

so i hear you callin yourself a drumstick
still tryin to make up for your tinyass dick
'ax me, you more like a breast or a wing
kfc extra tenderoso, keep yo shit in a sling

you think you hot shit
well ima put you in yo place
i'll rub my duck
all OVER your face

can't fucking kayak
can't fucking rhyme
can't fucking step
to me and mine (tscha)

cutoff shirt, bustass chuckas
salvation army, truckstop muthafucka

i told you before, ima tell you again
put down your guns and pick up yo pen
can't take me wit neither, but go head n try
i'll crush you wit either, you wanna die or cry?

so sit down, your shit is weak as mary kate
cant get no play, got nothing but hate
you see, bitches these days, they love the rock hammer
not your cute little words or yo grammar

cuz when i bring the heat,
your shit melts down like chernobyl
jerkin off in boulder - while shit, i'm global
when it starts gettn hot, my shit still spreads like parkay
so step aside while i fuckin end this parley

eat a dick, bitch.